A/N: Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick…

You were looking for penis in that, weren't you? I'm sick. I can't do penis right now… plus, I don't tend to repeat myself… except for when I repeat myself as above… but I'm not repeating repeating myself, if you know what I mean… and even though I just repeated repeat just then… that doesn't count.

So, in summary, I don't repeat any of my stuff, except for the parts that I repeat to make a point.

Glad we could clear that up.

Now, go and read the chapter, so I can go back to being sick in peace…

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

Oliver fitted Felicity's body against his, blood roaring in his ears, his emotions swirling wildly.

Felicity acquiesced to his demand to have her body as close as possible to his, but she was still openly defiant. "Admit you're not thinking straight!" Neither one was backing down, both as stubborn as each other.

Felicity started to rock her hips against his. Fresh sweat broke out on Oliver's back, and he could feel the droplets of the stuff running down his spine. There was no way she wasn't able to feel the enormous erection he was currently sporting from their argument and close proximity. Felicity was rubbing herself directly against it, reminding him of the truncated sexual romp of this morning. The day may have consumed him thus far with its demands, but his body still remembered what it'd been denied. A fact Felicity seemed happy to shameless play on.

Her hot breath was in his ear now, as she went up on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear. "Admit you can't think straight around me. Admit I drive you crazy."

A guttural noise was torn from somewhere deep inside of Oliver's soul as he broke first. With an arm around Felicity's waist, he picked her up, and deposited her on the nearby kitchen bench. Something hit the ground and made a smashing sound as he slid her backside back on the table, but Oliver didn't even spare it a glance. Instead he just held Felicity's startled gaze at his sudden movement. Oliver pushed her legs apart, immediately taking his place between them. Eager fingers bunched the material of her skirt up to her thighs, exposing her pale pink panties. Oliver pressed a breathless Felicity back onto the table, holding his body just over hers, trapping her without touching, making himself so that he was all she could see. "Yes," he hissed, "you drive me crazy, you overly trusting idiot." Oliver's hand snaked its way down the front of her panties, and finding her soaking wet. He made a growl of satisfaction at discovery.

Felicity's cheeks flushed, but she continued to hold his gaze unflinchingly.

Oliver's eyes flared, incredibly aroused by the fact that she still wasn't backing down. God, but he adored this woman's fire. "Now admit I drive you crazy, and you can't think straight around me either."

"No," she sassed him, although her uneven breathing took away from that assertion somewhat. "I'm the logical one. I'm the one with the cool head—"

Oliver was still holding himself above her, nose almost touching hers. He held her gaze as he slid a long finger deep inside of her. She was slick and wet and oh so very hot. "Funny," he said hoarsely, "because you don't feel particularly cool right now." Felicity wanted torture, well two could play at that game. Oliver brushed his nose back and forth against hers, the lightest of touches. "In fact you feel like you're on fire." He moved his finger in a gentle stroking motion, captivated by the many expressions flicking over Felicity's face right then. She let out a little moan, and it was almost Oliver's undoing, but he wasn't done with his torturing, not yet. This was too much fun. Now his lips were at her ear. "Are you on fire, Felicity?"

"Yes," she gasped, shuddering against him as his finger continued in its slow stroking of her walls. "Oliver… I-I…"

"What?" he pushed her, own breathing ragged. "What do you need from me, Felicity?"

"Something bigger," she whispered, eyes big and full of hunger.

Oliver slid another finger into her core, luxuriating in its heated wetness. "You mean like this?"

Felicity gave a gasp of pleasure at his teasing. "No," she moaned, but still her walls clamped around his fingers, refusing to let them go.

Oliver ground his teeth together in satisfaction at her body's reaction to him. She was so tight around his fingers. Oliver's erection twitched wildly at the thought of how it'd feel to be inside her properly. He continued his rhythmic probing of her core, delighting in each little nuance of emotion flitting across her face. Oliver could see Felicity was needing him to kiss her right then, could see it in her eyes, but he denied her, even though he was ravenous for the taste of her in his mouth again. She tried to kiss him, but Oliver held himself just far enough away so she couldn't. Felicity gave a moan of frustration that was deeply satisfying to him. Oliver didn't need the words, he knew he was driving her crazy. Good. He was owed for her tormenting him about Felix. Now it was her turn to need something so badly but have it out of her control… even if he was cutting off his nose to spite his face. Oliver was fixated on her mouth, as Felicity bit her bottom lip. His strokes inside of her increased in strength and urgency as her breathing became increasingly uneven. Oliver pressed his forehead against hers, mesmerized as Felicity began to writhe underneath him. She thrust forward with her hips, meeting each one of his strokes, breath roughening more with each penetration. Oliver was transfixed as he brought her to orgasm. Felicity sucked in a last, desperate breath, going rigid underneath him, before dissolving into shuddering paroxysms.

"Oliver!" His name was a strangled cry on her lips.

He reacted on instinct, unable to stop himself from capturing his name and her orgasm with his mouth. Oliver crushed his lips against hers, tasting her deeply as she continued to shudder underneath him. It was beautiful, she was beautiful. "God, Felicity," he moaned into their kiss as her walls continued to clamp tightly around his fingers. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," choked out Felicity, still looking dazed, but then she was looking at him renewed focus. "And I still want something bigger," she panted, eyes full of hunger.

Oliver stared at her for a brief second, her words taking a moment to penetrate his addled brain and then they were both scrambling for the button on his pants. He somehow managed to undo the button while Felicity turned her attention to his shirt. Oliver helped her out, ripping it off over his head, and throwing it carelessly to one side. Next he grabbed for her underwear, pulling her panties down, and slipping them off her ankles. Oliver balled them up in one hand and carelessly tossed them over his head, not caring where they ended up. Right then all his focus was on the fact Felicity was undoing his zipper and pushing his jeans down. Oliver's erection sprung free, finally released from the painful confines of constricting denim.

Felicity's eyes lit up at seeing him in all his glory. "Definitely something bigger," she marveled before wrapping her small hand around his girth and squeezing.

Oliver threw back his head and moaned as Felicity started to stroke him. His entire body was on fire, one throbbing mass of fire. He buried his head in her neck, breathing tortured as Felicity's soft hands drew even greater hardness from his body. "Do you have any idea how long I've been wanting this for?" he groaned into her neck.

"Not as long as me," replied Felicity unevenly.

Oliver shook his head against her neck and gave a groaning laugh. "Definitely not true, trust me. I've had you naked on that desk of yours in the IT Department a million times since we've first met."

Felicity drew back and gave him a surprised look. "You have?"

"No, that's a lie." Oliver's gaze grew even hungrier. "It's got to be at least two million times, and now it's finally happening."

"Well, you know what they say, don't you?" whispered back Felicity unsteadily. "Two million and one's the charm."

Oliver's head bobbed up and down, still incredibly aware of what Felicity's hand was doing to his body during their conversation. "They do say that, don't they?"

Felicity leaned up, her hot breath in his ear. "I need you inside of me, Oliver, properly."

"Yes," he moaned, feeling her guide him to her opening. His knees went weak at the first touch of her hot, wet core against his tip. Oliver just prayed he could last as long as he wanted to before losing himself inside of her. Felicity held him against her core, not completing their union just yet as they looked into each other eyes. "I love you," he rasped. Their argument was forgotten, all that mattered was how intensely they loved one another.

Felicity stroked his face with her free hand. "I love you more," she breathed before moving to softly kiss him.

It was an achingly sweet kiss, filled with their hopeless obsession for one another. Oliver just wanted to hold onto this moment of anticipation forever because it was the sweetest, most intoxicating moment of his life, but then Felicity was guiding him forward, hand on his hardness. Oliver gritted his teeth against the divine feeling of Felicity's walls stretching to take him. He gasped into their kiss, willing himself to give her time to adjust to his size. Felicity squirmed a little against him, but then she was urging him even deeper inside of her. A thousand sensations ripped through Oliver's body all at once as he sunk completely into her, discovering yet another happiest moment of his life to add to the collection Felicity had already given him. "Home," he breathed, the single word coming unbidden to his lips.

She nodded mutely at him, eyes wide.

Oliver kissed her deeply, holding himself still inside of Felicity and luxuriating in every silken of inch of her. He held out as long as he could, simply kissing her, tongues tasting deeply, but the urge to start moving inside of her was growing too strong, and Oliver gave a restless growl into their kiss. He needed them to start to make some friction. Oliver gripped the edge of the table with both hands, hooking Felicity's legs up over them, and prepared to do just that, holding her enraptured gaze with a look decided enthrallment on his own face.

"Oh my God!"

Thea's horrified cry had both of them freezing.

Oliver's head snapped around to see his sister, rooted to the spot as she caught the two of them in the most compromising of positions. He pulled out of Felicity on reflex, scrambling to pull up his pants to cover his naked ass which Thea had more than eyeful of.

"I-ah-I came in for a drink of water," said a stricken and blushing Thea. She started backing out of the room. "But… ah… I'll drink from the toilet bowl or something." With that declaration she dashed from the room.

"Oh my God," whimpered Felicity, turning her own shade of red, legs still hooked up over Oliver's arms.

Oliver turned back to her cringing. "Um, okay, not… fantastic." He swallowed hard. A few seconds ago he couldn't have imagined anything on earth stopping what was about to happen between the two of them, but Thea's mortified expression was burned into his brain, and was kind of taking away from the pleasure of the whole thing now.

"Just so you know, I'm praying for spontaneous human combustion for the both of us right now," said Felicity unsteadily, cheeks still bright red.

"Felicity," he grimaced, "I'm so sorry." Damn it, why hadn't he taken two minutes to bring Felicity up to his room? Then they could have avoided this whole thing and he'd be working hard on bringing them both to climax right now instead of the two of them rooted to the spot in embarrassment. An uncontrolled shudder ran through his body at just the thought of making Felicity orgasm again. He needed for that to happen, very, very soon.

"Oliver?" Felicity said his name with real concern.

He squeezed his eyes closed. "I'm okay," he said hoarsely. "Just a bit of a war going on between my body and my brain right now." His balls were aching, and his dick was on fire, but the image of Thea's shocked face was still stuck in his head. It wasn't a happy place to be.

"I know the feeling."

With his eyes still closed, Oliver felt Felicity gently disengage her legs from his arms, and then she was wrapping her arms around his neck.

"We should stop." The regret in Felicity's voice was obvious.

Oliver gave a low groan, burying his sweaty face in her neck. Felicity was right. They couldn't continue what they were doing with Thea not too far away, but still, Oliver couldn't quite give up hope. "Bedroom?" he mumbled into her neck.

Felicity tugged on his short hair, making him draw back to look her in the eye. "I want that, Oliver, I want you, more than you could ever know—"

"Trust me," he said shakily, "I know." A decidedly aching and throbbing knowledge it was too.

"Thea and Roy broke up last night."

"I know," said Oliver with regret.

Felicity's expression became pained. "And now, us… like this."

Oliver's face crumpled. "I know."

"We should stop. Your sister needs you."

Oliver gave a low moan of distress, pressing his forehead against hers, hard. "I know," he said hoarsely. They seemed to be the only two words left in his vocabulary. Why did Felicity keep having to make sense like this? Oliver didn't want to stop.

Felicity looked as upset as he was as she stroked his face. "We can always, later on tonight—"

Oliver's eyes flared. "Yes, definitely, later on tonight."

"I'm sorry, Oliver," she said with real emotion. "I just don't want you thinking about your sister the first time - or anytime - we make love." Felicity screwed up her nose prettily. "Wow, that came out creepy."

"It's fine. I knew what you meant." Oliver tried to smile. "And I don't want that either." It was something he couldn't entirely promise wouldn't happen if they continued on. Damn it, why was the universe against the two of them getting laid already? Hadn't he paid his dues? Hadn't they both?

"You should go and talk to Thea. I think she needs her big brother right about now."

Oliver met Felicity's regretful gaze, overcome again with her compassion for others.

"She's putting on a brave face, but that's kind of a Queen thing. In my experience, they mostly just need a cuddle."

Oliver gave a groaning laugh. "I love you."

Felicity smiled. "I love you too, and your cuddle will be waiting for you when you get back."

Oliver's face lit up with hope. "You mean right after?"

Felicity grimaced. "Actually, I have something I really need to do before tonight."

Oliver tried to keep his tone carefully neutral. "And would that something happen to be Felix related?"

Felicity arched an eyebrow at him as she pulled down her skirt. "If it was, do you think I'd tell you after the stunt you pulled today?"

"It wasn't a stunt. It was me bac—"

"Backing my play," said Felicity dryly. "You mentioned." She shook her head at him. "You're a controlling idiot who is driving me crazy."

Oliver pressed his lips together and gave a short shake of his head. "Don't; I'm trying to deflate this situation." They both looked down at his groin, where the blood was slowly returning to the rest of his body. Slowly and painfully. "And apparently he enjoys it when you call me names."

Felicity's lips twitched. "You're such a weirdo."

"Felicity," he groaned in protest. "What did I just say? I can't go and talk to Thea with this." He waved his hand at his stubborn erection, which was taking its sweet time to be in any condition to get back into his pants. Felicity's gaze was lingering on that part of his anatomy, which definitely wasn't helping things. "Okay, and what have I told you about giving that guy any attention?"

Felicity dragged her gaze up to meet his. "You're so high maintenance all of a sudden." She nudged him playfully with her knee as she leant back on the table, resting on her hands behind her. "And you can stop with all this telling me what to do, mister."

"I have to, otherwise you're going to be the death of me," said Oliver unsteadily, only half-joking.

"That cuts both ways, you know."

"I'm not wrong in wanting to protect you," he asserted stubbornly.

Felicity rolled her eyes and sighed. "Don't talk. The words that come out of your mouth don't always add to your pros list."

"Don't start another fight," he warned her. "Otherwise you're never going to leave this kitchen. Talk to me about boring things."

"Apparently I'm not great at that."

"That's because last time we were in this situation you talked about sexy things," he complained.

"My mother, your bio-suit?" Felicity pushed on his chest to make him step back. "You know what would really help you and your situation?"

"A time machine where I took you up to my bedroom rather than just going for it on the kitchen table?" he suggested with more than a little annoyance at himself.

"Well, yes, that, obviously." Felicity stood up, smoothing her skirt down over the thighs.

Her beautiful, soft, creamy thighs.

Oliver blinked, trying to banish the image from his mind's eye, but it wasn't working.

"But failing that, I think if I wasn't here, it'd help a lot." She let out a noisy breath. "For both of us."

"Don't go, not yet," he begged her. "Let me go and talk to Thea, and then we can finish our conversation."

"You mean our fight?"

"Our animated conversation."

Felicity arched an eyebrow. "If you say so." She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Okay, I'll wait. I have to find my underwear anyways." Felicity looked down at Oliver's crotch. "And you should at least attempt to do up your fly. Thea's been through enough today."

Oliver made a face and attempted to do just that. "Just so you know, I'm one more of these encounters away from things dropping off my body."

"I hope not because I've got big plans for those things come tonight," said Felicity wryly.

Oliver cocked his head as he managed to maneuver his put upon genitalia back in his pants. "Even if they're attached to an ass face?" he asked unevenly.

Felicity blew out a long, resigned sigh. "Yes, because apparently I've got a thing for ass faces."

"Thank God," said Oliver emotionally.

Felicity just smiled and went up on her tip toes to kiss him. "Go see, Thea, then I really do have to go. I have a promise to keep, and then we've got that Ross thing tonight."

"And then there will just be the two of us?" he offered up hopefully.

"That's the plan," agreed Felicity.

"I love you," said Oliver softly.

Felicity just smiled and drew him down so she could press her forehead against his. It was a nice moment of calm between them, at least for the top half of Oliver. The bottom half was finding the close contact a little less calming.

Damn it.

A/N: Just now realizing which chapter my sick notes were attached to… I guess you got your penis after all… at least Felicity did… kinda…

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